"These pancakes are never going to happen at this rate!" she complained as she set the bowl and whisk down on the counter, hungry but also too happy to care. Then she rounded the corner and saw Max and Diego. Her heart dropped into her stomach.
"Diego! What are you doing here?" It wasn't at all accusatory, if anything it was apologetic. It wasn't like she could be bothered by him knocking on her door when she'd literally waltzed into his apartment in the middle of the night and he'd been incredibly gracious about it. The bruise from that night had completely faded now, and now there was just a mostly-healed scratch on her leg that had a glitter band-aid across it, more as a token of her love for Max than because it needed a bandage.
"I--" Hanne looked from Diego to Max and back again, not knowing what to say or how to make this less horrible.
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Date: 2019-04-27 05:54 am (UTC)"These pancakes are never going to happen at this rate!" she complained as she set the bowl and whisk down on the counter, hungry but also too happy to care. Then she rounded the corner and saw Max and Diego. Her heart dropped into her stomach.
"Diego! What are you doing here?" It wasn't at all accusatory, if anything it was apologetic. It wasn't like she could be bothered by him knocking on her door when she'd literally waltzed into his apartment in the middle of the night and he'd been incredibly gracious about it. The bruise from that night had completely faded now, and now there was just a mostly-healed scratch on her leg that had a glitter band-aid across it, more as a token of her love for Max than because it needed a bandage.
"I--" Hanne looked from Diego to Max and back again, not knowing what to say or how to make this less horrible.